Do you believe in destiny
that it’s not all a fluke
we’re living out a fantasy
from someone’s great big book

where everything has been scripted
written line by line
all that we have here gifted
ours, yours and mine

on paper with his pencils sharpened
the future he could see
but whatever it is that happened
you and I were meant to be

Stones pelted at
remarkably successful
humans by jealous Aliens.

We have foes inside
and in space as well.

Poetry feeds hungry minds

But we need hands that feed
empty stomachs

No one can read poetry
on empty stomach.